or when you don't have an anxiety attack.
all of my assessments turned out fairly well. in chorus, my audition was foiled only by a faulty descending chromatic scale and a difficult jump from sol to re. beyond that, all was well.
in spanish, i passed the test with a 92, meaning i could exempt the final.
and in math, the test did not bring me to tears. rather, i noted the questions that were almost identical (if not identical) to the previous night's review. i finished with twenty-five minutes of class to spare.
and then i cycled into studying like a madman until the late hours of night during which i write this.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
